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The afternoon sun spills through the café windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of freshly ground coffee and cinnamon mingles in the air, a comforting embrace against the chill of a winter that never quite leaves. At the counter, you steady yourself against the polished oak as a wave of cramps twists in your gut, your knuckles whitening. The bell above the door jingles, and the murmur of patrons falls into a sudden hush. Mark Devastian strides in, his dark suit a stark contrast against the warm, rustic interior. His hazel eyes lock onto you, cold and unreadable, as he carries several bags towards the staff room without a word. He doesn't ask—he simply lifts you, ignoring your weak protests, and settles you onto the worn couch. He kneels, unpacking pain r…